So I described sometime around 4 am Friday morning as the moment that started the best day I’ve had in years. And like with any religion, it’s crazy to talk to heretics this way. This is why the successful religions focus on conversation above all else.
But I’ve never cared much about success beyond a certain bare minimum threshold. And so at 4 am I completed the reawakening of my faith. No doubt, at times I questioned it. But as a staunch and solid and unwavering faithless individual, I knew if I had found faith somewhere, I was not up to the challenge of questioning it with no firm grip on the facts. Sure, I had to make the journey not once but twice, the second time deeper and harder, engage in that struggle more than once - question my world and grip on the timelines - what else can be expected from a faithless man - but after back into the whale and then back out again, I’m still muttering “speed is the light.” So quickly, I’ll kick this fake viruses hold on my system straight back out, I’ll finish praying to my god the best way I know how, with a successful collection creation contest, and then boom ... who knows, who cares. I don’t even even plan for the next hour. -- - Mark http://about.me/markrmiller
